Stamping Ground (2009)

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RELEASE DATE:	2009-11-30
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	24
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	컨트리
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	46

TRACKS
CD / 2009-11-30 / Universe, M&P International

Disc 1

Dust My Blues

Cuby and the Blizzards

Human Condition

Canned Heat

3:09

Well it's a low down kinda condition
Been running round my brain
Says it may drive me insane

And every organism
That I can hear and see
Seems to have the blues with me

So I went to the doctor
Sat down on her bed
Looked up right at her
This is what she said

"You're in a human condition
That's what's got you down
Human condition
Your face is full of frowns
You've got to stand your ground"

"Well, you're sad, weak and weary"
She went on to say
"Nothing seems to go your way"

"And though you've tried and tried
You can't be satisfied
No-one seems to treat you right"

"But there's one thing for certain
That you ought to know
There's been lots of people
In that scene before"

"You're in a human condition
That's what's got you down
Human condition
Your face is full of frowns
You've got to stand your ground"

Well I stood up and I left her
And slowly walked away
Looking for a brighter day

And as I thought about it
A new thought came to me
Maybe we cannot be free

Well a whole lot of bad things
The world might throw at you
Stand up straight and strong
It's the only thing to do

You're in a human condition
That's what's got you down
Human condition
Your face is full of frowns
You've got to stand your ground

5:32

2:42

2:25

She's a mollusk,
a seamstress,
a princess,
a priestess,
a negress,
she knows her position

She's a swallow,
a willow,
a cello,
a pillow,
a bow
and also a physician

She takes your eyes
and mends your head
She draws the wine
and breaks the bread
She has no lies to tell you
and no truths to sell you
She's a girl,
she's almost a woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her,
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

He's a hawthorn,
a raven,
a scarecrow,
a haven
for moon-blessed thought and opinion
He will laugh like the fountains,
the bones of the mountains
lie deep in his forest religion

You will call his name when evening falls
And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls
You will feed him and heed him,
at times you will need him
Say you were almost his woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her,
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset
a tired man is leaving his cover
And the soft eyes of Zero
are cut by the sounds
of the vanishing feet of her lover

And the door slams shut
and the air grows tight
And her throat is gripped
by the hands of night
And all that is left
is the clock on the shelf
As it ticks one day into another

And Zero she sighs as the morning dies
With the broken wings of a seagull
From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

At the pall of the day the man of the mountain
is nearing the end of his travel
And the fence is down
on the westland bounds
and a footfall pounds in the gravel

Comes a knock three times
and the air grows still
As he steps inside from the sudden chill
And the moment is caught in the net of the night
For the coming of dawn to unravel

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he's coming,
judging his time
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From her window he watches her,
a man in his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

She's a mollusk,
a seamstress,
a princess, 
a priestess, 
a negress, 
she knows her position

She's a swallow, 
a willow, 
a cello, 
a pillow, 
a bow 
and also a physician

She takes your eyes 
and mends your head
She draws the wine 
and breaks the bread
She has no lies to tell you 
and no truths to sell you
She's a girl, 
she's almost a woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her, 
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

He's a hawthorn, 
a raven, 
a scarecrow, 
a haven 
for moon-blessed thought and opinion
He will laugh like the fountains, 
the bones of the mountains 
lie deep in his forest religion

You will call his name when evening falls
And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls
You will feed him and heed him, 
at times you will need him
Say you were almost his woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her, 
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset 
a tired man is leaving his cover
And the soft eyes of Zero 
are cut by the sounds 
of the vanishing feet of her lover

And the door slams shut 
and the air grows tight
And her throat is gripped 
by the hands of night
And all that is left 
is the clock on the shelf
As it ticks one day into another

And Zero she sighs as the morning dies
With the broken wings of a seagull
From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

At the pall of the day the man of the mountain 
is nearing the end of his travel
And the fence is down 
on the westland bounds 
and a footfall pounds in the gravel

Comes a knock three times 
and the air grows still
As he steps inside from the sudden chill
And the moment is caught in the net of the night 
For the coming of dawn to unravel

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he's coming, 
judging his time
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From her window he watches her, 
a man in his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

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2:41

15:49

Disc 2

3:21

3:55

Dr. John and the Night Trippers

Drowned In Wine

The Rankin Family